the devil wears loose skin and drinks green tea

plain, just like she hates it

the devil spends long nights researching

she asks me to cry so she can sleep

and she doesn't like my clothes

the devil spends her spare time in the bathroom

she scrubs her body down to size

and stands between me and the mirror

the devil is more afraid than you realise

she wants to be loved, to be desirable

she attempts to murder me in her fervour

i will never forgive her

and i will always want her